Incomplete Metamorphosis To Manhood Phase 1

Once upon a time, this obstinate beastie boy (i.e. yours truly, or none other than me) fought tooth and nail, (hence the reason I wear dentures) against maturation, and sought self starvation as modus operandi. Adept at balking, plus delaying, stunting and thwarting transitioning toward adulthood (mine spindle shank legs to show and tell as proof positive), yours truly fell short (and stymied physical growth regarding lame rascal with size nine little feet to boot) never to attain requisite emotional, financial, and spiritual independence. When mysterious processes courtesy puberty foisted one garden state variety (think generic) *****sapiens transformed puny young slip of a lad into adolescent long haired pencil necked geek, the genetic blueprint already sabotaged prospect for musculoskeletal framework to attain maximum potential. As an extremely shy, (nay socially withdrawn prepubescent person) strong aversion awoke toward segueing from docile average non prodigal son into grownup with attendant responsibilities thereof. Fast forward decades later namely July fourteenth two thousand twenty, when self condemnation laments forsaking positive growth processes (ordinary run of the mill bodily changes) indeed nsync with linkedin social development.